atypical romanticism

Zhou Yu didn't immediately agree to confess to Sheng, she needed some time to think about it.

Xiang Sheng smiled and nodded, expressing his understanding.

——Are you moved by the confession?

Faced with such a fiery and straightforward love, how could one not be moved.

But the feelings of adults have never been supported by emotion.

Adolescents can carry out a vigorous campaign with their heartbeat, because they are young, and all the beautiful words in the world are tailor-made for them, but adults can't - they have public order and good customs in their world, and they have secular vision.

They will be cowardly.

Zhou Yu knew that he had never been a brave person, how could he expect to have something that he didn't have when he was young, after seeing the cruelty of life?This is a bit of a dream.

Xiang Sheng is a cancer patient, and she is not much better, she is a mental patient.

If they are really together, the combination and matching can feed a lot of emotional marketing accounts. The title is: Love that touches heaven and earth—the life and death of cancer patients and mental patients.

This is so funny.

At first Zhou Yu was worried that seeing Xiang Sheng would be embarrassing, but after that day, for three days in a row, Xiang Sheng seemed to have evaporated from the world.The phone ringing at seven o'clock every morning was replaced by a deadly alarm clock.

At first, Zhou Yu thought nothing of it, and even comforted himself: it’s good that there’s a large portable camera missing.

But the authorities are obsessed, and the bystanders are clear. After she was found by Emily in a daze at the work station for the nth time, Emily sighed and suggested sincerely: "Xiao Zhou, if we are tired, we should take a rest first. It is strange that you are in a trance." Worrying."

"It's okay, I'm going to make a cup of coffee." Zhou Yu laughed twice, picked up the cup and walked to the tea room.

When she arrived at the tea room, she looked at the blank WeChat dialog box, sighed, and typed on it: "Where is the person?" When she was about to send it, she deleted it completely—Xiang Sheng, a legal citizen, enjoys love. What advice, why am I asking this? !

Zhou Yu put away her mobile phone and was about to pick up coffee, but the mobile phone seemed to have magical powers, which attracted her to take it out of her pocket again——If you don’t send WeChat, let me check the head office of Moments.

As a result, Xiang Sheng has no circle of friends at all.

Zhou Yu was laughed out of anger, and said: "Is this person still a young man? He doesn't even have a circle of friends!"

Before she could finish her embarrassment, Xiao Xiao who came to pick up the water handed her a step.

"What are you staring at your phone, you'll be angry and laugh for a while," Xiao Xiao picked out a coffee capsule and said, "By the way, Qi Rui's team gave three times, next Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, March and April It's morning, Friday is afternoon, what's the time with Xiang Sheng?"

Zhou Yu was taken aback, and said, "Didn't you ask?"

Xiao Xiao rolled her eyes, and replied: "Why should I ask, the great photographer you invited knows someone very well, and when she asked her for WeChat, she opened her eyes and lied, saying that she didn't have one."

Zhou Yu's heart skipped a beat, Xiao Xiao took the coffee and went out with the cup. Before leaving, she didn't forget to say: "Remember to contact her, hurry up!"

Once there are steps, let’s go downhill.

Due to work reasons, Zhou Yu's psychological pressure has been reduced a lot, and he didn't sloppy when editing the information, and asked straightforwardly: "When will you have time next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday?"

She read this sentence, the more she read it, the more she felt that it was ambiguous, and she added: "Qi Rui's time is these three."

After sending, she quickly quit WeChat, and returned to her seat with a glass of water in her hand.

Then, every time the phone screen turned on, she quickly unlocked it and checked it, and then put down the phone in disappointment.

After repeated several times, Zhou Yu suddenly realized that she was looking forward to Xiang Sheng's WeChat.

Expectation is a very special word, it is usually associated with a person's deepest desire.

She was expecting Xiang Sheng's reply, or rather, she was expecting Xiang Sheng.

She closed her eyes and counted down to five numbers in her heart. It is said that counting down to five seconds is the fastest way for adults to calm down, but the person on the other side of the phone did not want her to calm down. At that moment, the notification sounded for incoming messages on WeChat——Xiang Sheng replied to her.

is a voice.

Zhou Yu put on the earphones and turned on the voice.Xiang Sheng's voice was hoarse and nasal, as if he had caught a cold: "All day next Friday."

"Okay." Zhou Yu hesitated for a moment, edited a text and sent it: "What's wrong with you?"

This time Xiang Sheng replied in seconds: "I have a cold, just take a rest and it will be fine."

——So, have you had a cold for the past three days?

Her heart suddenly twitched - she and Xiang Sheng went upstairs and downstairs, and she didn't think of going to see her.

Xiang Sheng is a patient.

24 hours a day, Zhou Yu felt that the day was so long for the first time in a non-pathological situation, and her mind was full of Xiang Sheng lying sick on the bed.

I spent the whole day jumping back and forth between "Is Xiang Sheng okay" and "Cheer up and work hard", and finally gave up struggling and left early with the computer in hand.

When she came back to her senses, she was already standing at the bus stop carrying cold medicine.

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Xiang Sheng lives upstairs from her.

Zhou Yu stood in front of her door, raising and lowering the hand knocking on the door. The uncle who was about to go downstairs to walk the dog saw her, and his eyes couldn't help but a little more suspicious.

The uncle picked up his dog son, and looked at Zhou Yu for two seconds with eyes full of "wisdom". Zhou Yu's scalp suddenly went numb.

Sure enough, the uncle is worthy of being an uncle. Zhou Yu hesitated for a long time to do something that he didn't dare to do, but the uncle did it neatly;

Not only did he do it, but he also shouted: "Xiao Xiang, Xiao Xiang! Open the door quickly, a thief wants to knock on your lock!"

Zhou Yu gasped, ignoring the social fear, and hugged the uncle's arm directly, trying to explain, but the harm caused by this move to a clean old man was lethal—"You lesbian Why are you still moving! Xiao Xiang! Xiao Xiang!"

Xiang Sheng was awakened by the noise in the corridor, she opened the door, and was stunned by the scene in front of her - the uncle upstairs and his dear dog son were furious at Zhou Yu together, and Zhou Yu who was in the center of the storm His eyes are dull, and he can't argue with anything until he has nothing to love.

The moment she appeared, there was light in the eyes of both of them: "Xiang Sheng!"

"Xiao Xiang!"

"Wang Wang!"

The following "retrospection of the case" process fully demonstrated that just like every Chinese aunt is an existence that cannot be provoked, every Chinese uncle is not an ordinary person.

The uncle finished the whole process vividly and vividly with Xiang Sheng, and he glanced at Zhou Yu quite proudly after speaking, as if to say: "You attempted burglary is waiting to enter the police station. Bar."

After listening to Xiang Sheng, he tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, and explained to the uncle for nearly 10 minutes before the uncle was relieved and brought his dog son downstairs to play.

The lively corridor returned to silence, Xiang Sheng leaned against the edge of the door, looked at Zhou Yu playfully, and said quietly: "Teacher Zhou still has this hobby."

Zhou Yu: "..."

Zhou Yu pushed the cold medicine into Xiang Sheng's arms, a blush covered his face: "Medicine, do you like it or not!"

"Ms. Zhou," Xiang Sheng grabbed her wrist, she turned her head and met Xiang Sheng's red eyes, "Here you are, how about a cup of tea?"

The layout of Xiang Sheng's home is the same as hers, but Xiang Sheng's home is more like a place where people live.

The floor is bright and reflective, the sofa is covered with beige sofa covers, next to it is a beanbag sofa of the same color, and the coffee table is filled with washed fruits and vegetables and some snacks. The room smells faintly of roses.

"Teacher Zhou sits casually, what kind of tea do you like to drink?" Xiang Sheng took out a small box from the cabinet under the coffee table, which contained tea bags sorted by color: "Black tea, green tea, jasmine?"

Zhou Yu said blankly, "Whatever you want, just boiled water."

Xiang Sheng burst out laughing, but didn't come up in one breath, and coughed while holding the coffee table.Her coughing is not as unscrupulous as others, and her hands are pressed against her chest, and it can be heard that she is deliberately letting her breath go down.

—Is it because of brain cancer?

Xiang Sheng took out a water glass, and the hot air formed a layer of white mist on the glass. She said lightly, "The doctor said that I can't cough too hard. If I cough too hard, the intracranial pressure will increase and cause brain herniation. Of course, the doctor, some If the patient is afraid of not paying attention, he will explain the worst result first."

Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment, but Xiang Sheng looked calm, as if she was dizzy again, she was too embarrassed to be too shocked, and nodded lightly.

Warm lights gently fill the room, and outside the window are countless lights from thousands of homes.

Looking at the cold medicine that Zhou Yu bought, Xiang Sheng broke the silence: "Mr. Zhou, did you leave work early today to buy medicine for me?"

Zhou Yu subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she suddenly realized that she seemed to have left early for this reason, and was speechless for a while.The smile in Xiang Sheng's eyes grew stronger, and he said in a low and gentle voice, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, I suddenly feel like I have a cold."

"Xiang Sheng," Zhou Yu looked at her quietly, "Life doesn't seem to have troubled you in destroying your mood."

Xiang Sheng's eyes paused slightly: "Life, it's a day to be unhappy, and it's also a day to be happy. I can't change the fact that I'm sick, but I can change my mood."

"If, if you can't change the fact of being sick, nor can you change your mood," Zhou Yu's eyes trembled, "Then what should I do."

Xiang Sheng didn't answer, but took Zhou Yu's hand.

A thin layer of mist rose before Zhou Yu's eyes, like a traveler stroking his way in the dark night, when he raised his head in despair, he caught a glimpse of the morning star.For a long time, she has pretended to be the same as her peers, with a pair of night vision glasses that can move forward unimpeded in the dark and desperate situation, but every time the invisible thorns pierce the skin, the vulnerable lie is in the burning pain The army was defeated.

She can fool others, but not herself.

She is a severe patient with bipolar disorder, obviously unable to like someone, but when Xiang Sheng straightforwardly held her heart in front of her, the sea that was supposed to be calm turned rough at that moment.

"Xiang Sheng, please don't like me," Zhou Yu murmured, "Slowly, I won't like you anymore."

"Well," Xiang Sheng rubbed her nails and said, "It doesn't seem to work, I want to like you, and I want you to like me."

Zhou Yu took a deep breath, and when she saw herself in Xiang Sheng's eyes, her courage, which was too late for a long time, finally arrived. She looked at Xiang Sheng, and said word by word: "I have bipolar disorder, which is bipolar disorder. Maybe two days ago I was so excited that I didn’t know why, but the next minute I might feel sad and want to commit suicide, I can’t give you anything.”

"I never thought of asking you to give me anything." Xiang Sheng's eyes were gentle as if three thousand people were drowning in her eyes, but from the beginning to the end, there was only one Zhou Yu in her eyes. "

"Ms. Zhou, we are all the same. We are all patients, and the diseases we suffer from are all problems that modern medicine has not overcome." It's normal for a patient to go to the hospital, get an injection, take medicine, and go for treatment, if you don't like taking medicine, can you let me coax you?"

"Or, you can coax me, I'm easy to coax," Xiang Sheng raised his hand to wipe Zhou Yu's tears away, and said with a smile, "For example, if you nod your head now, I will be very happy."

Zhou Yu looked at her and nodded solemnly.

She used to think that the most difficult thing has been done just now, but now she just follows her heart and tries to love someone well, what is there to be afraid of?

Xiang Sheng held her face in his hands, and lightly kissed her on the forehead, his voice became hoarse due to the cold, but he still couldn't hide his joy: "Seal, you are mine now."

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Doctor with broken mouth who can help the world x talented painter with surly mouth

Gu Shufang, a talented and beautiful painter who has lived abroad for a long time, suddenly announced her return to China for development, which successfully caused an uproar in the art circles at home and abroad.

In the face of all kinds of doubts from the outside world, Gu Shufang personally went down to refute the rumors:

1. People are Chinese and their hearts are Chinese (Picture [-] is my passport of the People’s Republic of China)

2. No boyfriend, no story, rumors, lonely life, no one to chase

3. I am sick and only Dr. Lin can cure me.

Gu Shufang succeeded in sending his daughter-in-law to the top of the entertainment list by himself.

Not only was it number one, but it was also a hit.

But the daughter-in-law Lin Yixiao not only didn't know about it, but also smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, saying, "Your circle is so naive"

Lin Yixiao never imagined that the little girl he saved at that time still remembered him,

Not only remembering myself, but also wanting to sleep myself.

Over the year/Enemies against each other/he

Supplement: 1. There is no separation between the medical police and the police. This article involves part of the investigation content. The author has no professional experience. Friends are welcome to point out the unreasonable places.Time: 2021.12.02 11:40 AM

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